Even though this explanation feel somewhat forced, and something seems off, as for what specifically, the fatty couldn't say clearly, nor could he describe it well. But other than this, he couldn't find any better vocabulary to describe or compare, so let's just say that's the freaking situation.

Compared with each other, the result was obvious. Mengdie's level was not much different from warriors like Feng Yi. Of course, without reaching that realm, the fatty couldn't really grasp it—he was half guessing, half bumbling, half gambling, and half relying on feeling. But if an existence at Mengdie's level were to face off with that bunch of hoodlums, it would be too easy. Not to mention anything else, with her agility, even if each of those people were armed with a Gatling, she'd still make a fool out of them.

Fatty was sure he had not drunk any Vodka, and his head was completely clear, so although he was very concerned about the issue of personal survival, when he thought about backing from an existence at Mengdie's level, he felt less panicked.

What he cared about was the manner in which Mengdie appeared. As everyone knows, the heart is the essence of life, and when he was fighting those ruffians, he didn't suddenly find Mengdie standing beside him in fear. She really arrived as silently as a female ghost, floating next to him without making a sound. If it weren't for the dimming twilight that left a bit of light, and the close proximity that allowed a clear view of her face, the fatty would definitely believe that he had an unlucky encounter with a ghost because he had taken the wrong path at night without checking the almanac.

Since Mengdie was hard to communicate with, the fatty didn't insist anymore. He decided to have a good talk with Blade Warrior about it. He originally planned to inquire about Feng Yi in this universe, only to find that the local customs on Colonial Planet 103 were even worse than rumored.

He was just a passing fatty, but within seconds of stepping into the bar, he had been picked on right away. Life was simply too tragic.

Fatty knew in his heart that the reason no one came after him later was entirely because Carl got to him first, setting the precedent. In other words, even if Carl hadn't come to find him, those fierce-looking, detestable men around him would certainly have caused him trouble, Eighty percent for sure.

There's an ancient saying that goes well: step back and the sky's the limit, step back and the sea's the breadth. Following the principle that enduring for a moment leads to calm seas, and not enduring leads to choppy waters, Zhang Xiaobo decided to embrace his Buddha-like demeanor, to be a bystander watching the drama unfold, to become an inconspicuous passerby that everyone ignores.

But it was this inconspicuous passerby who, after greeting with what could be called an earnest smile, was met with the bastard across from him trying to climb all over him.

Climbing all over can be tolerated, but not excessively. Who is the fatty? He's from a military background, to put it bluntly, he has killed and seen blood, having stormed through gunfires and bullet rains on the battlefield, with each scenario far more perilous than this one. How could he be afraid of such a minor scene?

In such a scene, never mind fighting, even on the first day as a fleeing soldier, being naked and spanked by the squad leader, the pressure those veteran soldiers give you one by one is far greater than that of these riffraff.

If the pressure brought by riffraff can be described as child's play, then the pressure from old soldiers is... really deadly.

Because when faced with these old soldiers down from the battlefield, they don't act like hoodlums' typical tricks—those so-called tricks are nothing more than bluffing, scaring, and boasting. These thugs prefer to intimidate.

But one must understand something clear: the dogs that bite don't usually bark. The military is different; there are death quotas in the military, and the treatment of deserters is very severe.

Sometimes, soldiers only have one choice, and that's death. On the battlefield, you can choose to charge and be killed by the enemy, or you can choose to retreat and be killed by your own commander. At that time, the fatty neither chose to rush to his death, nor chose to turn and retreat. It was, as they say, death regardless, and traps both ahead and behind. Instead of making a choice and jumping down, it was safer to just do a belly-down fall and cover yourself with the body of a dead comrade.

It was in this way that the fatty survived that battle, only to find out when he returned to his unit that his actions had been recorded by the Thunder Pattern Battlefield Recorder. A military exercise was clearly unavoidable, and being collectively thrashed by the old soldiers became a long-standing trauma for the poor fatty.

Fatty henceforth never dared to play the deserter again; if he had to flee, he made sure to have a backup plan. Considering his and Feng Yi's relationship with Amelia, he believed that his presence on the Normandy Space Fleet would at least earn him some care from that girl. There's a saying: you respect the monk for the sake of the Buddha, and the Buddha for the sake of the Tao; at least show some care.

The result made him regret till his guts turned green. The Normandy Space Fleet was dispatched to the frontlines, and in light of Zhang Xiaobo's role as a combat model at the God's Thorn training base, the fourth squadron of the Normandy Space Fleet specially appointed Fatty as the squadron's training instructor.

At first, Fatty was quite smug, boasting in front of the female soldiers all day and spreading word of how awesome his Mecha skills were.

After all, whether it was Elvis's Cloud Drilling Spear, the Wind Assault Thrust, or Fatty's variety of military skills, almost all were taught by Feng Yi, hand in hand. How could they not be formidable? A great master teaches great disciples. Moreover, their master was none other than the Revenge Shadow Rider, though both had never truly regarded Feng Yi as their master, nor did he acknowledge them as such—they were all friends whose relationship couldn't be any closer.

Back then, watching a flock of young ladies from the fleet approaching with a barrage of questions every day, Fatty couldn't help but feel elated. He boasted all day long about his relationship with Special Envoy Feng Yi, claiming they were brothers who grew up wearing the same pair of pants.

Even Elvis felt ashamed for Fatty's shameless and thick-skinned boasts, which could rival city walls.

Fortunately, boasting isn't illegal. If someone boasted, there were always others willing to listen. Coupled with the fact that Fatty himself was a combat model personally selected by Feng Yi, this guy could embellish anything, making the dead sound alive, and the false appear true—indeed, with Fatty's bragging, his image suddenly elevated in stature. For a while, everyone in the Normandy Space Fleet was discussing Fatty.

Of course, Fatty didn't boast for the sake of boasting. He did it to impress the ladies, and that's when things started to turn around. Soldiers on the front lines gambled their lives at every moment, never sure if they would be alive the next day.

Just at this time, the team was in need of Advanced pilots, and those girls had relayed Fatty's exaggerated tales to Amelia, telling her how he and Feng Yi were acquainted, how close they were, and how strong his Mecha combat abilities were.

Coincidentally, Amelia didn't just know of Zhang Xiaobo; as a Brigadier General, even though she was aware of Zhang Xiaobo, she was not aware of his presence in this Space Fleet.

Upon hearing it from the female soldier, Amelia believed it, because she indeed knew of the close relationship between Feng Yi and Fatty, and also had heard about Feng Yi training elite warriors of the God's Thorn special forces. With such good relations, since Zhang Xiaobo was so skilled, why not snatch him up from being a mobile soldier's captain.

It was no secret that students taught by Feng Yi could become super soldiers, such as the Blade Warrior Mu Tou, or Balun, who was a promising Red Cloak of the Hengyu Space Fleet. Although his natural talent was quite limited, Feng Yi was exceptional at discerning an individual's unique traits, capable of finding their potential swiftly.

Fatty and Elvis were no different, especially Fatty, a burst-type soldier. Although his foundation might not be the best, his potential limit was extremely high. It was because he saw this that he invited Fatty to the God's Thorn training base for special training; of course, Elvis was invited too. After all, Elvis had a not-so-low talent, even slightly surpassing Fatty in some combat details.

But when it came to value, it was Fatty, the warrior with explosive power, who could better dominate the battlefield. Little did he know that once Amelia became aware of this, not only did he become the combat team leader, but even Elvis was dragged down by him.

Now, as time flies like an arrow and life moves like a shuttle, reminiscing about those spirited days, though filled with peril and sweat, were the happiest memories of his military career. Some say you'll regret being a soldier for years, but regret not being one for a lifetime—Fatty to some extent also understood the meaning of this phrase.

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